My older sister is a villainous rich girl

I usually enjoy staying in bed so much that my mother always has to take measures against me, but today I woke up early for the first time ever and started showing off and bothering others.

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, Wayne suddenly grabbed her hand and pushed her down onto the bed.

Then, he kissed her delicate neck.

"Ugh, you're so annoying!" Chris slapped him angrily. "You've messed up my clothes."

"Oh, sorry!"

Wayne showed a slightly guilty expression.

"However—since we've already messed things up, then... let's not waste its sacrifice?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head again, intending to continue his misbehavior.

As he nudged her around, Chris couldn't maintain her initial disgusted expression and burst into laughter, forcefully pressing his head down and pushing it away.

"If you really don't want to come along, then I'm leaving by myself!" she said threateningly.

"Yes, of course I'll go."

After embracing quietly for a while, Wayne let go and got up.

"Are you going to conduct an on-site inspection?" he asked casually.

He didn't care that she was still lying to the side, and he turned his back to change his pajamas.

Chris's gaze only briefly touched him before she hurriedly looked away and softly hummed in agreement.

Previously, the family business association had provided them with several alternative locations, but Chris didn't seem to be satisfied with any of them.

Now that the drama club's rehearsals have come to an end, she finally has some free time.

It seems they don't want to delay any longer.

After buttoning his collar, Wayne suddenly turned around and caught Chris's shifty gaze, which seemed to want to look but was too embarrassed to do so.

Wayne couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

Chris, feeling uncomfortable from his laughter, instantly became furious and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at his face in an attempt to hide his extremely annoying expression.

"Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face, I'm waiting for you in the living room!"

After saying that, she didn't dare to observe his expression anymore. She simply straightened her clothes hastily and fled in a panic, her face flushed.

Watching her figure disappear outside the door, Wayne put down the pillow he had just caught and shook his head helplessly.

……

The sky was clear and blue.

A few clouds floated under the sky, like sails billowing in the azure sea.

Wayne and Chris rode in a carriage, slowly traveling around several commercial districts.

Because the journey is so slow, you can't even feel any bumps while sitting in the carriage.

At this moment, Wayne was holding a planning map of the royal capital's commercial district.

The dense network of streets and alleys is clearly marked on the planning map, and different colors are used to distinguish them according to their different functions and uses.

Even though the patterns were drawn stroke by stroke, their exquisite beauty is no less than that of finished products measured and printed by modern technology in later generations, which is truly amazing.

If it were to circulate outside the world, it would likely be considered an extremely confidential and precious item.

This plan was Duke Elliott's private possession, and Chris deliberately found it in his study before he left.

Even though the rather lengthy planning map wasn't fully unfolded, its bottom edge extended all the way to Chris's lap, who was sitting at the furthest point on the same side.

As she passed each available address, she would take out her magnifying glass and point it at the corresponding location on the map to check its location advantages.

Besides the two people on this side, sitting opposite them were Karen, the maid who had accompanied them, and another young female secretary in her twenties sent by the Chamber of Commerce.

The secretary was dressed appropriately and elegantly, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and had a very capable appearance.

Stephanie is the niece of the current owner of the Wincher Family Chamber of Commerce and has been a member for several years, possessing extensive experience. Therefore, Chris specifically appointed her as her advisor for this field trip.

Inside the carriage, whenever Chris asked a question, Stephanie would offer her advice in her calm and reliable voice.

“This place…is nice in size, but it’s a bit too remote.” Chris looked out the open car window behind her, and a vast, empty area came into view.

As far as the eye can see, there are only a few scattered, low-rise houses.

Although this area is classified as a commercial district, it is already close to the suburbs, with a residential area just one street away. Moreover, it is one of the few sparsely populated residential areas in the capital.

Upon hearing this, Wayne glanced at Chris's car window as well.

He paused for a moment when he saw a corner of the towering city wall not far away.

This place... seems to be not far from the passage where I eloped with Ge Li last time.

“It is indeed quite remote. I wouldn’t recommend this place for general business activities,” Stephanie said, adjusting her glasses.

“However, the publishing house is different. It doesn’t need to attract a lot of customers to come to the door... In particular, for the magazine concept you proposed, we can send someone directly to the homes of those who subscribe to each issue.”

"So that they can enjoy our thoughtful services in the most comfortable way."

"Taking everything into account, the secluded environment and considerable land area of ​​this place are particularly valuable. In addition, the current owners of these houses are in a hurry to sell them because they are preparing to leave the capital, so we can acquire them at a very low price."

After thinking for a moment, Wayne also spoke up, "I think this place is nice too!"

Chapter 193 Next time, could you please not say such things?

He advised, "Chris, didn't you say that the publications of our publishing house are not only for nobles, but also for the general public?"

“This place is on the edge of a commercial district and not too far from the market. At the same time, it is also close to major working-class neighborhoods, making it very convenient to publish low-cost, high-volume publications.”

Before arriving here, they had thoroughly investigated three locations.

To be honest, Wayne felt very exhausted.

When you love someone, you want to be with them every single moment.

—The above conditions do not apply when shopping.

These places each have their own advantages, so it doesn't really matter which one you choose, right?!

Destroy it already, I'm tired.

He didn't understand what the fun was in being so picky and nitpicky.

When he buys clothes, he always pays directly if he likes them, without even haggling.

So whenever he has free time to go home and go shopping with his elderly mother, he always wants to find a place to sit down and play on his phone after about ten minutes.

Unexpectedly... even after time travel, I still couldn't escape this torment.

With everyone's advice, Chris's attitude finally began to waver.

"Then let's go down and take a look!"

As he said this, the carriage turned and stopped in front of a rather exquisite two-story house.

Wayne stepped down from the carriage first, then turned around and skillfully led Chris down as well.

Standing on the flat ground, the two felt the bright sunshine and the gentle breeze that blew from time to time.

"Sigh..." Chris sighed, "If only I knew wind magic."

Wayne suddenly laughed, just about to ask her if she wanted to create a human fan.

However, just as the words were about to leave his lips, he felt a tremor in his heart and managed to hold them back.

—There are no electric fans in this world.

Even if I could occasionally pick up on her jokes, it was only limited to the little jokes she herself had made before.

On such a crucial issue, no mistakes can be made.

Chris gave him a strange look. "What are you laughing at?"

In a flash, Wayne found an excuse.

"Actually, I also think it would be great if I knew wind magic."

"uh-huh?"

Chris looked somewhat doubtful, waiting for him to continue.

“That way… Chris won’t be able to leave my side during the summer?” he said with a smile.

Chris then wore a somewhat indescribable expression.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke.

“Wayne…”

"Ok?"

"Next time, could you please not say things like that?"

She spoke softly, her gaze seemingly avoiding contact with Wayne, instead looking away to the other side.

Wayne was taken aback, not quite understanding what she meant.

"what?"

"No need for such sweet talk, I know you like me," she said.

Hearing such an unusual request, Wayne was bewildered.

However, this brief pause clearly did not give him the opportunity to continue asking questions.

The carriage moved aside, preparing to be temporarily moored by the roadside.

Karen and Stephanie, who got off the bus from the other direction, walked up the low steps and knocked on the tightly closed door of the two-story building.

It wasn't long before an old servant opened the door, his steps trembling.

"Who are you guests?" He seemed to be getting old and his eyesight was failing. He kept leaning forward with his slightly hunched back, trying to get a better look at the uninvited guests.

Stephanie stepped forward with practiced ease. "We are from the Wincher Family Merchant Guild. We heard that your family wants to transfer ownership of this property, so we have come to inquire."

She explained the purpose of their visit and showed them a certificate of qualification issued by the city guard and a badge of the Winchester Chamber of Commerce.

As the center of the entire Kingdom of Saint Loens, the royal city is naturally the place with the strictest order in the country.

Although the kingdom generally does not reject the movement of people, there are all sorts of management methods to restrict different groups of people who come here.

Such business activities must undergo qualification review before they can officially commence. Otherwise, the city guards will act according to the rules, letting those who violate the kingdom's laws feel the iron fist of the authorities.

In a sense, this can be considered one of the privileges of the great nobles in the capital.

After all, with the guarantee of a high-ranking nobleman, the qualification review can be greatly relaxed.

Given the power of the Winchester family, they could easily obtain as much of this stuff as they wanted. However, they didn't value money much, so they never provided guarantees for others or used it to amass wealth.

The old servant examined it carefully and then suddenly realized what had happened.

"So it's a distinguished guest who has arrived."

He stepped aside and welcomed the group inside.

The space inside was not small, but perhaps due to the narrow windows and heavy curtains, the lighting conditions were very poor, making it look very dark.

Even though the view wasn't clear, it was obvious that the surrounding decorations were very shabby, hardly befitting the pomp and circumstance expected of a nobleman.

According to information from the city guards, the true owner of this place was a viscount from another province.

"Art—exists only in the city of San Lorenz."

The old servant recited a widely circulated praise in a tone that was almost like an aria.

Saint-Loons, the capital of the Royal City, is a world-renowned cultural destination that attracts countless talents from all over the world to study and exchange ideas every year.

Of course, at the same time, countless people will realize their ordinariness under the blows of so many geniuses, become disheartened, and quietly leave without a trace.

“My master has admired the artistic atmosphere of the capital since he was a boy.”

The old servant recounted his past in a rambling manner, "After he came of age, he brought all his family's wealth to the capital, intending to settle down here."

"However, with only passion and enthusiasm but no real foundation, how easy is it for him to stay in the capital for an extended period..."

...What, are you also going to say "Rice is expensive in the capital, and it's not easy to live there"?

Wayne secretly grumbled to himself.